Nigga I’m a savage like a Dothraki
Pull up masked up, surprise party!
Bullets in the air look like firecrackers
I was 16 with dem gang bangers
I be with that sauce shit dripping like Doritos
These bitches want a nigga like some fucking Cheetos
But mama used to tell me, “do not play with these hoes”
I’m all about my paper, steady chasing zeros
Nigga get it
I’ma get it
They ain’t ready
They ain’t ready
Talk flows, I got plenty
With finesse, I don’t sweat it
Curve your ass, bitch I’m petty
Throwing cash like confetti
Whipping hard, spaghetti
Look, brand new tech, innovate
Yellow Lamb, lemonade
Strategize, operate
Pass the blunt, circulate
Hit the spot, infiltrate
Squad up, congregate
King shit, dominate
Money chase look like a marathon
Might just fuck around and buy the Pentagon
Now you see me nigga, disappear I’m gone
These pussy niggas softer than some Silicone
Own up to my shit I do not hit and run
Nigga that’s my bread so you don’t get none
Brawling from the bottom like a Leprechaun
I be repping South Side, I’m the chosen one
New whip is foreign
The engine is roaring
Yo fuck what you on nigga, that shit is boring
Stop fucking texting me, bitch it’s annoying
Yeah we be balling
Yo I got the moves
My nigga got tools
We fuck up the rules
Bitch pick and choose
She wanted a pill, we gave her some booze
20 minutes now we feel it
20 minutes now we feel it
Fill it, lock it up and seal it
In a foreign with no ceiling
Bitch I’m stupid rich, I’m silly
I’m the G.O.A.T call me Billi
Ice cold, shit chilly
Smoking hot, red chilli
Fire bars, verse litty
Okay real talk nigga, dawg I do this for my momma
If it wasn’t for my Ma swear to God I won’t be here
She the one who hold me down like all through the fucking year
Told me, “stay away from the corners, do I make myself clear?”
Got the South on my back but I left since ‘06
I put racks on the stack I ain’t taking no pics
And my niggas like mechanics ‘cause we keep the tools close
Fuck it, homegirl like narcotics trying not to overdose
Shoot up the photoshoot call that killer pose
They keep telling me I’m crazy fucking right I don’t oppose
Like I’m crushing on the opps
I be shooting all my shots
We was running from the cops
Damn I’m still running from my thoughts
Tryna run up on the gang, lil homie got popped
Rollie tick tock and that shit don’t never stop
Head in the sky
Gotta Glock on my thigh
Whatcha mean that we ain’t fly?
I’m too young to be this high
Gang affiliated
City spot be five star rated
Got your fake ass separated
Purple drank done got me faded
Burning weed I’m hibernated
Fuck around his cheese got grated
Yeah she tweaking
Yeah she freaky
She be too close, she too sticky
Through some bullshit and I’ll still remain real
Through the bullshit dawg I still remain real
Came from the bottom, I made it on my own
Both guns blazing when I step into the zone
Killing these lil niggas with the microphone
Who the competition I ain’t seeing ‘em where?
Got a pretty shawty with a diadem there!
Everyday new item my nigga I don’t care
Martin had a dream, Osxs had a plan
My nigga riding round town in a money van
Roll with cartel, mafia and the Taliban
Ain’t no other nigga bitch I am the man
Nigga that’s a man down
They like, “nigga pipe down”
Told her, “baby bust down”
Bust down bust down
You gon’ make it touch down
Dem dey ask who be that?
Man na we dey run town
I got hittas contact in the phonebook nigga
Rap up ’19 so it’s No Hook nigga
I be killing instrumentals and with no hook nigga
This that rap up ’19 so it’s No Hook nigga!